Beyond This Moment (Timber Ridge Reflections Book #2)

Tamera Alexander

Description

Dismissed from the university where she served as Professor of Romantic Languages, Dr. Molly Whitcomb travels west to start over in the secluded mountain town of Timber Ridge, Colorado, where she'll be teaching children. Her train stops in Denver, and on a whim, Molly purchases a wedding band--an attempt to cover a mistake, but also a chance at a fresh start. Sheriff James McPherson was eager to hire a schoolteacher, but Dr. Molly Whitcomb isn't what he expected. His instincts about people--which rarely miss the mark--tell him she's hiding something. And when Molly's secret is revealed, her reinvented life begins to unravel. What's more, she risks losing her newfound relationship with the sheriff and her renewed faith in God.

Informations

• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 avril 2009
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441203588
• Langue: English

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Praise for From a Distance, a T IMBER R IDGE R EFLECTIONS novel
Tamera Alexander has woven her magic again, drawing me back in time to the Colorado Territory with an intriguing plot, charming characters and a compelling love story. From a Distance has everything you expect in a traditional historical romance, but Tamera adds that something special which elevates her stories high above the usual fare.
-Relz Reviewz
The characters are charming, engaging, and very realistic . . . a great story that will have readers quickly turning pages, eager to see how it ends, yet sad to see the final page turn.
-The Romance Readers Connection
Fans of romantic Americana won t want to miss [ From a Distance ], or the next book in the T IMBER R IDGE R EFLECTIONS series. . . .
-Blog Critics
. . . fast-paced and emotionally charged, with beautiful descriptions of the landscape. 4 stars.
-Romantic Times
Tamera Alexander . . . is extremely talented in how she paints the scenes so vividly you think you re there watching the story unfold. The story as well as her characters are written with depth . . . you can feel the emotions they are experiencing.
-Once Upon a Romance
. . . with Ms. Alexander s books I find myself slowing down to savor all the fine nuances of life and faith that she brings forth within the pages.
-CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
If you are a historical reader, and love strong heroines, you cannot miss From a Distance .
-Christian Bookworm Reviews
Books by Tamera Alexander
F OUNTAIN C REEK C HRONICLES
Rekindled
Revealed
Remembered
T IMBER R IDGE R EFLECTIONS
From a Distance
Beyond This Moment
W OMEN OF F AITH F ICTION
The Inheritance
T AMERA A LEXANDER

TIMBER RIDGE REFLECTIONS
Beyond This Moment Copyright 2009 Tamera Alexander
Cover design by Studio Gearbox Cover photograph by Steve Gardner, PixelWorks Studios, Inc.
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
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Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Printed in the United States of America
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Alexander, Tamera. Beyond this moment / Tamera Alexander. p. cm. - (Timber Ridge reflections ; 2) ISBN 978-0-7642-0390-9 (pbk.) 1. Women teachers-Fiction. 2. Self-actualization (Psychology)-Fiction. 3. Colorado- History-19th century-Fiction. I. Title.
PS3601.L3563B49 2009 813 .6-dc22
2008052073
To my editor, Karen Schurrer. Your laughter is a cup of cold water to this thirsty soul, and your gift with words, a blessing to me.
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
P SALM 139:23-24
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A CKNOWLEDGMENTS
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S ULFUR F ALLS , C OLORADO T ERRITORY J ULY 26, 1876
M olly Ellen Whitcomb stepped from the train onto the station platform in Sulfur Falls and paused, unsure of where to go and what to do next-in so many ways. The train whistle sounded, its shrill blast echoing off the station walls and bouncing down the crowded open-air corridor. The engine belched a steady stream of smoke and soot, and from somewhere behind her, the distinct clearing of a throat urged her forward. Each step was heavy, coerced, a reminder of what had brought her to this place. And of just how far she d fallen.
Holding tight to the worn periodical tucked under her arm, she followed the flow of disembarking passengers and allowed herself to be swept along with the tide. Her arrival to Sulfur Falls was premature, four days earlier than planned. She d wired the mayor of Timber Ridge to let him know of the change, but the clerk informed her the telegraph lines were down due to heavy rains.
Peering up into steely skies, she rubbed the ache in her lower back, doubting that status had changed.
To the west, still streaked with vestiges of winter, the lofty peaks of the Rocky Mountains reigned high above the rustic cattle town. She d seen pictures of the mountains before, and while the gray-toned images were impressive, renderings on paper paled when standing in the shadow of their truer splendor. She almost felt as though she should curtsey out of respect-until a breeze stirred. Then she grimaced.
Her stomach reacted to the smell, and she put a hand to her nose. The stench of manure hung heavy, and trash scuttled along the station platform and edges of the street. When the steward in Denver had told her yesterday that Sulfur Falls marked the end of the line, he hadn t been exaggerating. The train track literally came to an abrupt stop a hundred yards past the depot before looping back to join the main line.
Trunks can be fetched down line, ma am! At the end, to your left.
With sparing breaths, Molly looked up to see a steward motioning her forward.
He eyed the periodical under her arm. Want me to dispose of that for you, ma am?
She tightened her grip. No, I ll keep it, tha- The gratitude died on her lips. The man had already looked away.
She moved in the direction he d pointed-until a storefront across the street caught her eye. The wooden shingle hanging above the shop door swayed in the breeze, as though beckoning. And with the soft flutter of a moth s wing, a possibility brushed the edge of her thoughts.
She hesitated, then stepped to one side of the platform to let others pass.
The idea forming in her mind went against every scruple she held, and against the integrity she d sought so earnestly to pass along to her former students at Franklin College in Athens, Georgia.
Scruples. Integrity. Honesty.
Two wrongs don t make a right, Miss Cassidy, she d lectured a female student last fall who d been caught cheating and tried to lie her way out of it.
Molly stared at the wooden shingle, knowing that was what she would be attempting to do if she acted on her impulse-trying to make two wrongs equal a right.
Her body flushed hot and cold as she recalled being ushered into the college president s office early one morning only three short weeks ago, before first-hour classes convened. Her dismissal from Franklin College had been swift and humiliating, on so many levels. What she d done was wrong. She knew that. That was never in question. Yet the punishment seemed so severe, and she d protested-at first.
But when President Northrop conveyed his intentions should she refuse to resign her position and leave the college, she d acquiesced. Immediately. He d found the one weakness in her armor and had quashed her with it.
His strong suggestion that she take this particular teaching position and start over again had only been made more so by his refusal to provide a letter of recommendation for any other, including any school she d suggested back east. And without a letter of recommendation, no reputable college or school would give her a second glance.
Taking a steadying breath, she smoothed a lace-gloved hand over her blue jacquard vest. She d worked hard to earn her doctorate, to garner the revered title of Professor , same as her father, and to make a forward stride for women in academia. And had lost it all in a single act.
In the end, President Northrop had won-as men in authority always did. Because here she was, a world away from civilization and proper society, with everything she d worked to achieve . . . stripped bare.
Her decision made, Molly made a beeline for the storefront.
She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her, then caught herself and choked back a bitter laugh. No one knew her in this town. Not a single solitary soul. A more remote location for her new teaching opportunity could not have been found. Not unless the Alaskan Wilderness had been an option. If it had, she was certain she would have been stepping from a train onto a vast frozen tundra about now.
Meanwhile, back at Franklin College, Professor Jeremy Fowler had been given a strong reprimand, a renewed professorship-and was sending out wedding invitations. But without her name on them. She swallowed the bitter taint on her tongue. She should have been accustomed to the unequal standards by now, but she wasn t.
Eyes downcast, she waited for a carriage to pass, then started across the street.
Beg your pardon, ma am, but trunks are claimed on down the way there.
She turned to tell the steward she was only running a quick errand, but it wasn t the steward addressing her this time. Judging from the man s rain-slicked duster and weathered wide-brimmed hat, he wasn t employed by the railroad. And she was certain she d never seen him before. She would have remembered if she had.
Handsome hardly began to describe him-which, at one time, might have been enough to pique her interest. Not anymore.
The man s expression seemed open and honest, especially his smile. I noticed you getting off the train just now, and . . . well, ma am, this part of town isn t the friendliest. Just wanted to make sure you knew where you were going. Cause if you don t, sweet lass -a twinkle lit his eyes as he slipped into a flawless Scottish brogue- you might soon be findin yourself somewhere you re not wantin to be. Laughing softly, he gave the brim of his worn cowboy hat a tug. That advice comes free, compliments of my grandfather, Ian Fletcher McGuiggan, God rest his soul. He used to tell me that every time I stepped foot out the